Gyrfalcon's Keep Angry Falcons!

OOC:This a continuation of my last post, Refuge.

IC: After a few hours' rest in the evening, Macawi began to feel restless inside her shelter of leaves and moss, and began to get up. Anyone passing by at that moment would have seen a snout suddenly pop up from the ground - or what they thought was the ground. When she was done shaking the leaves from her fur, Macawi let out a short howl and a yip to let the world know that she was awake and ready to begin a new night in a new place.

Having seen enough of the forest for the time being, she picked a direction and began running, reveling in the cool night air and loving the sound of crickets and the scent of the night mist on the grass. As long as she kept her speed, the chill would not bother her, as it was not cold enough to snow and not wet enough to rain. The night was her favorite time. Things seemed, to her, so much clearer by the pale, cool light of the moon than the glaring, blinding light of the sun.

Her run through the forest soon brought her to the base of a mountain. From what she could see, it was small compared to other mountains, but still bigger than the mountains she was used to. A challenge! she thought to herself, and, with a grin, began the climb.

So focused on her task was she that she did not even notice the gyrfalcons circling overhead, hunting for small animals, like mice and squirrels. Little did Macawi know that she had unintentionally angered the whole lot of them! In their eyes, she was an intruder. And intruders deserved one thing and one thing only.

Macawi yelped when she felt the first splat drop down onto her head. She jumped nearly ten feet in the air in surprise, and looked up to see what it had been. This was the worst thing she could have done. She was greeted by another splat, right in the maw, as the offending bird cawed at her from above, as if laughing.

With a narrowing of her eyes, the coyote grinned, ignoring the foul-smelling odor now coming from her fur. Macawi will get you for that, she thought. She quickly scanned the surrounding area, and, finding what she wanted, bounded away up the mountain, keeping low and going in zigzags to avoid becoming the birds' toilet again. Eventually, she came to what she had seen in the distance: a nest. Inside were four eggs, sitting perfectly. Gingerly, Macawi took one egg from the nest, and then jumped back just in time as the mother of the eggs dive-bombed right where she had been a second before.

Without giving it another thought, the coyote turned tail and fled down the mountain with her prize, knowing she was going to be enjoying a nice late dinner once she found somewhere to eat it.